"Now, class," she began one evening, "we'll talk about how reproduction is done."Susan almost chuckled at the sudden attentiveness of the young men. T...hey already knew, or heard, she had an unusual way of teaching. It was called show and tell. She had discovered years ago that seemed to work better than films or books. Besides once in a great while she found a young lad that really caught her attention and would give him special instruction.It was a small class just they way she liked. Only two. I pick up your foot and work small circles, with my thumbs, into your heel and down your foot until I reach your toes.I move up to your ear and whisper to turn over and slap you ass because I want it done now. As you turn, our eyes meet and a moment is exchanged. Our lips touch and our tongues explore each others mouths. With mutual sighs, I slide down your side and settle over your thighs. You close your eyes as I pour warm oil onto the center of your chest. I place my hands side by side. Just because she is a girl and young doesn't mean she isn't an Afghan." Alright guys, our party had grown by one, Azalea. Please help her get her things together and then I think we need to retire to this ravine and set up some sort of lookout system for the night. Also I think we need to discuss contingency plans in case Kabir doesn't find us. Do we stay put, double back to Kabul, or make a try for the border."Fortunately, the contingency plans did not have to be exercised. Kabir did not come. I followed her lead and removed my tie, and then unbuttoned my shirt. Within just a few more seconds we were fully undressed. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw her breasts. They were beautifully round and perky with light pink aureole and erect nipples. Equally exciting was her smoothly shaved peach. Sabine jumped onto the bed and lay down. As I got onto the bed beside her, she parted her legs. I was about to move my head down in order to put my face between her thighs when she stopped me..